Tim shifted his position and then dropped from the ledge. As he fell, a smoke bomb preceded him. The sudden bloom of obscuring mist instantly caused panic. He landed on the shoulders of the largest of his targets. A fast and focused jab rendered the man unconscious and Robin was leaping to his next opponent before his first finished falling to the ground.

Lock picks make short work of the brief cases, and a quick inventory of the contents are confirmed. There was a small fortune in cash here. A nearby crowbar is utilized to open a few of the crates next, revealing assault rifles and cases of specialized ammunition. Closer inspection verifies that their serial numbers have been neatly filed away.

"I've been tracking patterns of illegal activity and police response for the last couple of months and I'm pretty certain that there is a new organization in Gotham that has gone to some pretty lengthy efforts to chisel out significant turf in the local underworld. Lots of business in drug trade and arms dealing is being done but it's very controlled. Anyone dealing outside of the organization is getting hit hard by police attention while those operating inside the group are getting the blind eye. It's a pretty safe bet that there are some deep hooks in the police force right now."

The crates are loaded and Robin tosses the three briefcases into the van as well. He hops into the driver's seat. "Get in."

"Nope. Like I said, they'll just walk, and this 'stolen property' will just find another route to it's buyers. I'm changing the game up and hitting the bad guys where it hurts. We're taking the goods somewhere it'll be safe for you to slag all of this with heat vision. No goods, no profit. They'll either be out the money refunding their buyers or wind up loosing cred as reliable suppliers. They loose either way. Eventually it'll add up."

Wry smile."Yep. When Batman first made the scene in Gotham, the Falcone family was so entrenched in the system that he couldn't go after their legal assets. Instead he found out where they were storing reserves of dirty money and burned down the building it was being held in. It wasn't like the Falcones could recoup it in an insurance claim.

"Sorta. Mostly I'm focusing on sticking it to their business model. These guys aren't the usual Arkahm crazies. Based on their patterns, they're here for power and profit. We keep this up and it just won't be profitable to do trade in Gotham anymore. They'll have to close up shop and move on."

"Dude. We're the sidekicks of two of the most badass superheroes on the planet. That's gotta figure into somebody's balance sheet cost-benefit analysis. How many people do you think want Superman that pissed off at them?"